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Artyom moves into cover at J-23.

Artyom moves into cover at B-21

((OOC)) I noticed that you have my character as Halga on there, I was gonna do this chapter as my monk Artyom. I hope that's ok.)) Artyom joins the others in surveying the arena. He will then move to B14 to take cover. Initiative: 1d20+4 = 14 (10+4)

Ok, Artyom is all leveled up! Artyom Human Monk 5 Background: Hermit Str 12 +1 Dex 18 +4 Con 14 +2 Int 11 +0 Wis 16 +3 Cha 10 +0 Hp 40 AC 17 Prof bonus +3 Init +4 Movement: 40 (30+10) Race Human (I wasn't sure if we could use the variant, so I just went with basic human template.)...

Dm you want us to post the new sheets to rogues gallery?

Halga lumbers over to his cell. He walks past several of the other gladiators, offering grins and claps on the back. He seems to be enjoying his time in the arenas despite his captivity. The large man enters his cell and lays down heavily on his bed. He lays an arm over his eyes and the sounds...

Halga moves to Jade's side and attempts to stabilize him.

Halga takes a swing with his mail as the Webern flys away. Attack: 1d20+6= 22 (16+6) Damage: 2d6+4= 11 (6+1+4)

Halga sees the strike land on the elf. Despite the little monk's lack of common sense at wearing only robes into combat, Halga decides to strike at the monster's wing in an attempt to draw attention from the monk onto himself. Attack: 1d20+6=16 (10+6) Damage 2d6+4=10 (1+5+4)

Halga charges the right side of the beast. His boots dig trenches in the sand of the arena as he slides to a stop. He draws his mail back and launches an attack at the beast's right flank. Attack: 1d20+6 = 17 (11+6) Damage: 2d6+4 = 8 (2+2+4)

Halga runs forward with his maul at the ready. The leather of his armor creaks as he moves. Initiative: 1d20+1 = 9

Halga Male Human Sailor Fighter 4 Chaotic Good Strength 19 (+4) Dexterity 13 (+1) Constitution 18 (+4) Intelligence 10 (+0) Wisdom 12 (+1) Charisma 10 (+0) Size: Medium Height: 6' 7" Weight: 260 lb Skin: Pale Eyes: Blue Hair: Blond Wavy...

The young bard begins to raise his hand reluctantly when a large man moves to stand in front of him. The fighter's heavily muscled arms ripple with tendons and veins. He heaves his maul up to rest on his shoulder. "Halga is ready." The man states grimly as he moves to stand near Drek.a

Artyom comes out of his meditation enough to register the elven monk's appraising look. Artyom grits his teeth and struggles to ignore the elf, the dull pain from the cuts on his face an arms fade into the background as he returns to his contemplations. "Damn!" A discordant note rings out from...

I think I might roll my bard for the next one. Just gotta put some finishing touches on him.